i got distracted while looking at stills

Okay so I get so many messages asking how I lost all the weight in three months and I can’t be bothered replying to everyone so i’m just going to write a post about it. So basically my weight loss took exactly one hundred days and I set myself a lot of rules that I didn’t break in order to lose it all.

1. Sit down as little as possible. There’s so much you could be doing that doesn’t involve sitting on your phone like cleaning your room (wiping all the surfaces, making your bed, vacuuming, doing a load of washing etc.), organising your draws and cupboards, pampering yourself (painting your nails, washing your face, moisturising, doing a face mask, tanning etc.). Just basically anything is better than sitting down, even when i’m on tumblr I walk around my room I never sit still.

2. Only ever eat one meal. I actually never counted calories when I was losing weight. I would have a coffee in the morning and allow myself to eat one meal at any time with any calories during the day. I found as long as I kept up all my other rules and only ever ate once I would lose weight so yes I was still eating McDonalds while I was losing weight and no I would not gain.

3. Set yourself a daily beauty routine. Not only did I want my body to look good but I wanted to look good too so I started a beauty routine for my hair, face and body that I did everyday. Not only was it a good distraction but I always looked good and got a shit tonne of compliments.

4. Exercise for at least an hour a day. This is where heaps of people fuck up. And no i’m not talking about going for a walk for an hour or sticking strictly to cardio I did a lot of ab and glute exercises because if you’re only doing cardio you may be losing weight but you can still be flabby, if you want a body that you see on tumblr you’re going to have to tone yourself up. I always did my muscle building exercises after dinner.

5. Drink 2L water everyday. Every single night before bed I’d fill up my water bottle and put it in the fridge without fail so every morning I would have 2L of cold water for the day.

So yeah, it’s more about being consistent and having a routine that you don’t fuck up then being really obsessive about calories and then accidentally slipping up and binging.

A STEREK STORY (and delirium)

Do you remember when Scott thought that Derek died (s03e05) and he wasn’t able to heal because he felt guilty for his death?

Well, after Allison helps him to heal, one of the first things he says is: “Stiles, where’s Stiles?” even if there is no reason to believe he is in danger. It’s like Scott’s last promise to Derek was to keep Stiles safe.


I’ve always believed that (until season 4) it was Derek who acknowledged and understood his feelings for Stiles (Stiles was just…well…Stiles. Kinda lost in his Lydia world, wondering about his sexuality). Scott knew it though, like every body else in the pack, simply because Derek made it very clear to them

But he tried so hard to keep him away. For so many reasons:

1) Stiles is a “child”

2) “I killed my first love”

3) “people I love die”

4) Trust issues

5) He knows and respects the feelings Stiles has for Lydia

“Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are. Even Stiles calls her cold-blooded.”

6) He loves Stiles’ smile. And he knows how dangerous and painful a relationship with a werewolf can be.

But nobody can deny that Derek is totally in love with Stiles, because:

1) He makes him smile:

2) And makes him act like a baby (because he had to grow up so fast that he’s still a child in so many ways, SO BASICALLY WHAT STILES GIVES HIM IS WHAT HE NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO HAVE):

(come on, Derek. No one believes you)

3) This little, defenceless human is a hero, a BAMF and he’s not afraid of him

4) this BAMF is kind and funny and brave and full of love

5) He dreams of him

6) no words needed 

7) Derek kinda freaks out every time Stiles is in danger


And then, finally, it looks like Stiles understands something (and, yes, it looks like our ship is going to become canon)

BUT…Season 3B. Stiles literally loses his mind (STILES WHAT ARE YOU DOING)

While Derek’s still totally and madly in love with him:

And the Nogitsune knows it:

But then season 4 comes, and while Derek finds a distraction (okay, totally fair)…

…Malia decides that Stiles is her mate:

And then Stiles finally gets it:

Because when you’re losing someone… 

…you understand how much that someone is important to you.

And how many lies you told yourself,

how many chances you missed,

how many kisses got lost forever,

and how many “I love you” passed over in silence.

But what’s meant to be will always find a way.

You can call it Fate.

I like to call it Sterek.

I feel like there’s a lot of minor NPCs in BoTW that I could just describe without saying their name and people would still know who they are.

For example we got:

-Arrow fetish

-fucking dumbass shoes guy

- child who’s like 8 years old and is already done with life

-Walmart brand Time Link

- terrifying flower lady

-the local pedophile™ of Zora’s Domain

-Stupid couple who’s asses you gotta save every single time you see them

- those sisters who spend every waking moment of their existance looking for truffles and then getting the shit beaten out of them by bokoblins

- old man who tells disrurbingly dark horse-related stories

- Zora that gets so distracted while fishing that she literally forgets about her family back home and stays out there for days

- melon addict

- adorable berry kid

- man who got stuck on top of a sheikah tower and just gave up and just decided to live up there for the rest of his life I guess

- straight dude with a very good doggo

- apple fetish

- sad honeymoon guy

- extreamely herterosexual dudebros on their way to gerudo town

- meat guy

- tiny face

and many, many more!

Is this real?

Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both have to make a decision.

For @snowbaz-feda

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]

Part 7 - I’ve got you now


I wake up with Baz arm around me, and I don’t want to move. He’s still sleeping, I can hear his soft breathing, so I let myself stay like that for a while.

When he wakes up, he slowly disentangles himself from me “I’m going to hunt before we go back,” he tells me while he’s getting dressed.

I’m momentarily distracted looking at him getting dressed, that I only tell him, “okay,” right before he leaves.

I feel like I just missed my chance to talk to him about this, so I take a quick shower and decide to go after him. I can’t stand it anymore, not knowing how he really feels.

I start walking into the woods, making as much noise as I can, so that he’ll hear me.

After a few minutes he shows up. We stare a few seconds at each other, until he finally speaks. “Snow… what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you.”

“You could have waited-”

“No, I really couldn’t,” I interrupt him, and he’s looking at me in a strange way now.

I step closer to Baz, but I can’t look up while I say it. “I can’t keep doing this Baz, this fake relationship with you…”

“I see… ” That’s all he has to say? I look up at him and he’s looking hurt. So I just grab him by the neck and kiss him one last time. He’s not kissing me back, so I pull away to look at him.

“This is why I can’t keep pretending…” I close my eyes and let go of him. “It feels too good,  too real, when we’re together and it isn’t.“

Suddenly Baz is kissing me.

It’s so good.

It’s been so good every time.

And somehow we end up falling to the ground, and he’s not letting go of me. “Simon…” he tells me, between kisses. “This has been real for me too.”

I’ve got you, I think. I’ve finally got you.

(see my snowbaz fic masterlist)


Lucifer x Reader

Summary: Castiel informs you, you once had a guardian angel. Imagine your surprise when you find out who he was.

Warnings: cursing?, Satan?

Part Two

I had idea, I had wrote down^^ Hope you enjoy it <3

When Castiel detected the slightest remains of an angel’s grace on your soul, you thought relatively little of it. So heaven had assigned you an angel who was no longer around – big deal.

“You don’t understand, Y/n.”, Castiel’s deep voice reverberated ominously as his eyes lit up, “This angel was not called back, he was ripped from you rather violently.”

Only then did your stomach drop. “What do you mean, violently?” Nice evening dinner cooking forgotten you faced the slightly distressed angel. “Did they die protecting me or something?”  “No, he did not die, I can’t make out who it is though.”, his hand hovered over you, shaking. “It makes no sense..” “What makes no sense?” Castiel’s eyes turned back to their deep blue and his frown only deepened. “He was assigned to your soul millenia before you were born.”

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sunyside-up-deactivated20170918  asked:

Hello! It's my first time to request something to anybody, but I would like to request a scenario when you go grocery shopping with Seventeen! Aaanndd I also wanted to say I love your writing and your interactions with your followers are so sweet :) You are one of the sweetest people I see on tumblr. I hope you have a lovely Summer and hope you don't get too stressed/tired from work!

- buys like 14 of everything because he wants to feed the other members too
- buys enough food to last a lifetime tbh
- “we have to eat healthier” (halfway through) “ok no let’s return this and get chocolate instead what was i thinking”
- buys a box of pepero to tease you with it later on
- carries the grocery bags when you both leave
- because one) he’s a gentleman and two) he wants to show off his muscles

- grocery shopping with him is actually the best
- he knows exactly what to get and where to get it
- it’s pretty much just you two joking around and holding hands, it’s more like a date than grocery shopping
- cool and mature in the store
- outside the store, he lets you sit in the cart while he pushes you around just like in the aju nice mv
- “jeonghan, this is embarrassing” “(continues to sing aju nice)”

- offers to pay because of coURSE
- encourages you to buy more fruits and vegetables, but secretly sneaks bags of candy in the cart
- lets you buy whatever you want
- buys whatever’s on sale. you know the type
- “why are you buying 10 cans of soup????” “it was buy nine, get the tenth one FREE”

- food puns
- “you’re the apple of my eye” “we make a great pear” “olive you”
- chooses to carry a basket and pretends it’s not heavy at all
- gives up ten mins later and shamefully walks back to the front to transfer the food into a cart
- “i told you to get a cart” “can we not taco bout it” “JUN—”

- does his jellyfish dance when you’re both in the seafood aisle
- does fishy faces at the fish
- puts the most expensive snacks in the cart, does the walk of shame when you take it out and say “no.”
- begs you to buy fried chicken
- excitedly runs over with soft drinks

- forgets to bring the grocery list. amazing
- guesses/tries to remember what was on the list, actually gets everything right
- (sees that a certain food’s all sold out)
- (returns a few minutes later to check if some magically appeared)
- accidentally makes the cereal boxes do a domino effect
- “i saw that” “shhhh”

- makes you get the food LOL
- “get those cookies on the bottom shelf. ok now that mochi over there. now—”
- actually a very efficient shopper
- but he pretends not to know where everything is because he wants to spend more time with you
- weighs two bags of chips to try to determine which bag has even the tiniest bit more

- accidentally screams when he sees his favorite snack
- sings the commercial jingle of any familiar food he sees
- secretly puts food that isn’t on the list in the cart
- it’s too late by the time you realize it
- (at the counter) “when did i put this in the cart?? and this?? and—” you turn to seokmin, but he’s innocently looking around, whistling a seventeen song

- gets lost
- you’re like how. the frick. did i lose someone so tall.
- you probably get called to the front like “(name), please come to the front of the store” and you find him there smiling sheepishly and you’re like unbelievable
- but on good days!! mingyu’s the sweetest
- he’ll take down the snacks from the top shelf and offer to crouch down to get things on the lower shelf
- also offers to carry the bags afterwards
- quickly throws in your favorite snacks in the cart

- disappears
- returns with his arms full of food
- “minghao we have a cart for a reason”
- wouldn’t mind running to the other side of the store to get something you forgot
- gets excited when he sees snacks he used to eat during his childhood

- eats all the free samples
- slightly changes his appearance to pretend he’s someone else to get more free samples
- begs you to let him buy all the limited-edition snacks
- stays in the fruit aisle for centuries so he can find the freshest fruit
- pays for a box of cookies right away and joins you right after just so he can walk around eating something

- “hansol, go get red apples” “ok i’ll be back”
- returns with green apples
- follows you around the grocery store, but gets distracted by snacks he sees on the way
- panics when he realizes he lost you, runs around the store to find you again
- “hansol where have you been????” “i was just looking around….. not like i got lost or anything…..”
- you tell him to wait at the counter while you go get something you forgot
- sweats profusely when he reaches the cash register and you haven’t returned yet

- buys snacks just because they have cute characters on them
- you literally have every kind of food in front of you
- but chan still insists on buying instant ramen
- gets every flavor of whatever you’re buying

i really hope you liked this as your very first answered request!! thank you so much for reading and for your sweet words ;w; have a lovely summer as well, and thank you for your request!!

Zelda's Log: Prologue - Birthday Girl

A/N: Sorry not sorry - I couldn’t resist. Have this small introduction.

‘You own a house’.

In front of Zelda there was a two-storey construction, owned by none other than the Champion of Hyrule, the Hero of the Wild. It even had a cute, dainty hand-painted sign, stating his ownership.

He nodded, and smiled proudly.

Link enthusiastically signaled her to go inside.

The house decoration was quite like its owner: simple, practical, discreet - but impressive nonetheless, for it was an outstanding display of his personality. The place screamed about his true character.

'When did you get all of these things?’, Zelda asked, observing the woodgrain and the fine work of the dining table. 'they are really well made’.

‘I got all in between missions’, he cleared out, eyes wandering through the objects. 'At some point I was tired of always being on the run. I wanted a safe haven; a place I could call home even in the chaos’.

Zelda felt a knot in her throat, as a well-known feeling resurfaced in her mind.

‘Please, don’t’. He looked sideways.

'Don’t what?’, Zelda asked, fidgeting with the plaits of her white dress, trying to conceal her prior reaction.

'The guilt’, he specified. ‘It’s over. Let’s move on’ - his eyebrow raised at the growl of their stomachs - 'and have some dinner’.

His words were scant, but straight to the point. She nodded, which made Link give her a warm smile.

He cooked outside as she laid out the table. Once he entered with the pot, the room was filled with the scent of roasted meat and spices; she knew she was in for a treat. After all, she hadn’t had a proper meal in literally a hundred​ years.

One pot and two more than empty​ dishes later, the commensals stared at each other.

'I’m still hungry’, Link mumbled, staring into his plate.

'You have to be kidding!’, Zelda commented, squinted eyes and brow furrowed in disbelief, 'we ate for five people at least!’

‘Still hungry, though’ -he got up and went to the storage under the stairs - 'wait a second’.

Zelda distracted herself picking breadcrumbs from the table, when a scrumptious looking fruitcake appeared right in front of her.

'You never got to celebrate properly your birthday that time’, Link timidly explained next to her, avoiding her eyes, ‘and I wanted to do something ​nice to welcome you’.

Zelda pouted, and although she did her best to suppress her tears, it was useless.

She just let them flow freely for a while, Link having absolutely no idea of what to do, for her tears reminded him of the worst, darkest moment of their past lives.

‘It’s just because I’m happy’, she explained, wiping her cheeks with her hands, 'this was so thoughtful and unexpected’.

Link just sighed in relief.

'Thank you’. She hugged him tight, putting her head on his shoulder. He returned the embrace, squeezing her softly - her hug being the complete opposite.

‘You should make a wish’, he noted, breaking the embrace, and bringing the cake closer to the birthday girl.

‘Where are the candles, then?’. she inquired, tilting her head to the side.

‘I couldn’t fit one hundred and seventeen candles in there’, he explained.

Zelda laughed so hard, her stomach ached.

‘Nevermind’, she sighed, grabbing a knife to slice the cake. ‘My wish already came true’.

No other cake tasted as sweet as this.

Starco Week 3 - Day 1

“Damn, it’s hard to get to that pathetic princess.” A large brute said.

“Yeah, she’s long due for an initiation, but with her bodyguard agent Diaz around we can’t touch her.”

“Why don’t we shake them up a little then? Scare them a bit.” One of them suggested.

Another smiled. “I like that idea. They won’t know what’s coming.”

“C'mon, Marco! We have math now!” Star urged him as the bell rung, signaling the next period.

Marco winced. “Do we have to go to math? I’m already in a bad mood and I’m not looking forward to making it worse,” he replied.

“Geez, are we sure you’re the one who’s supposed to look after me? We have to go! If you miss class you’ll get detention!” Star exclaimed.

Marco feigned a gasp and shook his head. “No not detention!”

“Diaz, that is extremely rude.” Star seriously replied.

Marco sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Look, you can go without me princess. I don’t want you missing class and getting in trouble, which will inevitably lead to both of us getting into trouble. I’ll show up…later, okay?”

Star frowned before giving him a nod. “Okay. But don’t get in trouble!” She commanded.

Marco waved her off as she ran off to Ms. Skullnick’s room. He sighed and scratched the bandage on his cheek.

Lying down on the hill just far off the school building, Marco was taking a nap; taking in the feel of the grass below him, the air he breathed, and the warmth that coursed through him.

Suddenly he was jarred awake, being shaken by somebody. He grabbed whoever was shaking him by the scruff of their necks and threw them down to the ground, holding a fist near their face.

Marco’s victim shivered in fear until Marco stared at him for a few seconds and gave him a look of confusion. “Ferguson?”

Marco let go of his fellow classmate, standing straight and crossing his arms. “Okay spit it out. Why’d you wake me up?”

“Um, Skullnick asked me to find you and bring you to class.” Ferguson stammered.

Marco frowned and cracked his neck, which was stiff from sleeping. Damn, Skullnick knew he wouldn’t try and beat up Ferg. Being an old friend and pitiful made him more likely to survive with Marco.

He groaned and rolled up the sleeves of his jacket. “Alright, let’s go.” Marco started walking toward his class, before stopping and turning to Ferguson. “You coming or do you want to lie there all day?”

Ferguson scrambled to his feet, following Marco back to class.

“So a derivative is the - Ah, Mr. Diaz. How nice of you to join us for class. 20 minutes late. ” Ms. Skullnick sneered that last part. Marco lacked a reaction.

“As punishment, you’ll be cleaning the storage out back. I hear it’s been years since it’s seen light.” Skullnick said.

Marco rolled his eyes and took his seat by the window, paying more attention to the two squirrels fighting outside than Skullzers at the front of the class.

The bell signaling the end of school rang through the building, Marco groaning at his recent after school punishment.

He packed his things in his bag, making his way to the back of school grounds to clean the storage facility.

He already told Star to wait for him at home, but he could see her in his peripherals, always hiding behind something. He didn’t pay much attention to it, but soon he couldn’t keep up the obliviousness and called her out on her lousy stealth tactics.

“Princess, why are you following me?” Marco deadpanned.

Star jumped. She hadn’t noticed he noticed her. She stepped out from her hiding place, staring at the floor and looking for the right words. “Um…I just thought…maybe, I would help you clean. Less load on you, but if you want me gone, I totally understand-” Star was interrupted by Marco smirking and patting her head affectionately.

“Thanks, prin…Star” Marco corrected himself.

Star blushed and avoided his gaze. Marco rarely ever used her name when he referred to her, but when he did it made her knees buckle.

“Yeah, well, you owe me after this! I want one, no, two more nachos than I’m allowed! And wipe that dumb smirk off your face!” Star exclaimed.

“Um, you never had a limit to what you can eat, princess,” Marco said, beginning to walk away again.

“O-oh. Then I want you to attend every class ON TIME from now on!” Star commanded.

Marco couldn’t really say no. She was already doing this much for him, and with that cute demanding face, it’s hard to refuse.

“Yeah, fine. Whatever. Let’s go.”

Marco and Star made their way to the storage facility, walking up to the metal double doors. Using the key he got from the janitor, he unlocked the doors, pushing them open to reveal a large dusty room, with stuff that looked to be thirty-maybe forty-years old.

“Wow. This looks ancient.” Marco tried to switch on the lights, but due to age and the lack of much-needed renovation of the building, the lights refused to switch on.

“Damnit. Guess we’re going in dark,” Marco said.

Star suddenly seemed very nervous. “Do we have some flashlights or something?” She asked.

“Uh, maybe. Do you need them to see?” Marco asked.

“Y-yeah, right. Well?”

“I don’t have any on me now, but- OOF!” Marco grunted as he and Star were shoved into the building. Landing hard on their sides they heard the click of the lock, along with the footsteps of a few people.

Marco started to pat his body for the keys, only to realize he dropped it when he was shoved. “Stupid bastards…” Marco growled. “Princess, are you-”

Marco stopped and his eyes widened when he felt Star abruptly grab his arm. He narrowed his eyes in concern.

“Uh, princess?” He asked, starting to turn to look at her.

“Stop, don’t look at me. Please. Just, let me do this.” Star said.

Marco frowned, looking forward as Star vice gripped his forearm. He could feel her press up against him, shivering in…fear?

He could feel her heartbeat, and it was pounding pretty fast. Marco thought his own was too. Could she feel it as well?

“Star,” Marco began after a few moments of silence, “are you afraid,”

Star tensed up, and Marco could feel it.

“of the dark?”

Star’s grip suddenly intensified, and Marco could feel all circulating blood stop flowing in his left arm. She was surprisingly strong for such a timid girl.

“Ow! What the fu-!”

“Yes! I’m terrified of the dark! Shut up about it and please do something.” Star said, burying her face into his shoulder.

Marco furrowed his eyebrows together. “Don’t you have your wand?”

Star shook her head. “I…left it…in my locker. I…wanted to show you…I’m capable…without it.” Star took short breaths between each pause, and Marco thought she’d start hyperventilating.

Marco turned around and embraced her, kneeling on the floor. He closed his eyes and began to speak, “Deep breaths, princess. I know you’re capable. You fought monsters with me, a person you’ve never met and was a jerk towards you because you were concerned for me. You went through brainwashing and managed to stay your old self a bit. So prove me right. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m here with you. So calm down, now.” Marco said firmly.

Star’s breaths slowed down, and her tense form eased up a bit. Still hugging Marco, she spoke into his shoulder. “Thanks, Marco. I think I’ve calmed down. But can you just hold on for a little while?” She asked.

Marco tightened his jaw and nodded. “Sure.”

So they sat there. Marco’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now, and he could make out a silhouette of a box of props and costumes.

He got an idea of how to distract Star from her fear.

“Okay, Star. Don’t freak out, but I’m gonna let go for a few seconds.”

Star’s eyes widened as she looked up at him. “No, no no no no no no no! Don’t let go! I will throttle you if you do!” She begged,

Marco’s eyebrow lifted at the unexpected threat. “It’s okay, I’m only gonna let go for a few seconds, I’m gonna be back, I promise.” Marco hushed her. “Do you trust me?”

Star wiped her eye and silently nodded. Slowly Marco let go of her. He stood up and began to back away, their arms sliding against one another before it was only their hands connected, then fingers.

Then his warmth left Star, and he blended in with the inky blackness. Damnit! Why must his jacket be black!? Star began to feel alone now, the sense of abandonment creeping up on her for the first time in years. She curled up into a ball and almost began to tear up before Marco’s voice rang out from the darkness.

“I’m still here, princess. I’m still with you.” His assurance gave her courage and she managed to outlast until Marco came back holding a cardboard box. He placed it down in between him and Star before sitting down.

“What’s…what’s that?” Star asked.

“Just something to pass the time.” Marco pulled a couple of sticks from the box and bend them, a cracking noise coming from it.

The sticks suddenly started to glow, and Star stared at them in amazement. “Whoa! Is that more earth magic?” She asked.

Marco smirked at her childlike curiosity. “No, just some old glow sticks to light it up a little.”

He placed down the colorful glowing rods in a circle around the pair, leaving them in a dim, but brighter than before, setting.

Marco reached back into the box. Pulling out a red headband with horns on it, he placed it on his head and put a massive frown on his face.

“I’m Tom. I’m in denial and think l can get Star to like me, but I’m just hopelessly desperate and angry.” Marco mocked.

Star giggled at his impression, his voice not even close to Tom’s.

“Marco, stop, that’s mean.”

He smiled and pushed the box towards her. “Here, you try.”

“Um, I’m not sure…”

“It’s okay princess. Nobody here but us. I’ll keep it a secret.”

“Okay…” Star agreed. She dug into the box and pulled out a wig and a crown. Putting them both on, she then wore a dull, bored expression on her face. “This is of utmost importance! We can’t have this silly nonsense when you’re to be a ruler soon! Blah, blah, rules, rules, boring, discipline.” Star mocked in a mundane, strong accented tone.

Marco laughed and Star smiled.

“Lemme guess, your mom?” Marco asked.

Star nodded, not fully confident in mocking people she knew.

“Okay, my turn,” Marco said, digging through the box.

They went at this for a while, having a good time messing around with each other. They role played Skullnick, their classmates, Ludo, and even each other.

The two rolled around the floor, wheezing after laughing too hard at Star’s impression of Marco’s bad boy attitude. She accidentally cracked her knuckles, and her cute expression of pain made Marco laugh, Star eventually following in suit.

“Oh, man. That was…amazingly horrible.” Marco said.

Star smiled, nodding in agreement.

“So, you still afraid?” Marco asked.

“No, not anymore. Being in the dark isn’t so bad when you have someone to have fun with you here.”

“I don’t think you’re scared of the dark. I think it’s because of your isolation from people and loved ones during your hated experience at St. O’s, it made you feel alone and you were afraid of being lonely. In the dark, you can’t see anything. You feel cold, there’s nobody in sight. It’s like being alone, which may explain why you fear darkness.”

Star tilted her head at Marco’s explanation, a small smile telling him she didn’t understand what the hell he just said.

Marco realized what he was doing and covered his face. “Sorry, that’s Marco PhD talking,” Marco said, angry at himself for showing that part of him again. Why is it around her when his past comes out?

“Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t fully understand what you just said, but-” Star grabbed Marco’s hand, “-I hope you stay with me for now.” Star said.

Marco gulped. He blushed. A very pretty girl just grabbed his hand and pretty much said she wished they could stick together, with him. Marco Flippin Diaz. His blush intensified now that he was analyzing it. Stop thinking about it, Marco mentally scolded himself. Yeah, now he was embarrassed.

“Star, what-”

The sound of jingling keys was heard through the door and was inserted into the lock. Star suddenly stood up. “Help has arrived!” She said.

She eagerly walked forward, forgetting the heavy box between her and Marco. She tripped and fell on top of Marco, making a loud grunt as she did.

The janitor on the other end raised a brow. Since when did storage buildings grunt? He unlocked and opened the door, low and behold Star lying on top of Marco, a bunch of spilled props and costume pieces strewn about the floor.

The janitor gave the two a hard gaze before opening his mouth, “Look, I’m gonna go home and forget this. I’m closing this door and leaving it unlocked. Suggestion, keep your weird lovey-dovey affectionate cosplay sessions at home.” And with that, he slammed the door shut.

Star and Marco scrambled away from each other, faces burning crimson and tension as thick as maple syrup.

They quickly cleaned up in sync and walked out the door.

Awkwardly they turned to each other.

“So, nachos?”

“Yep, lots of nachos.”





“So you wanted two more nachos than usual?”


“That janitor thing never happened.”


The looked at each other once more and started to burst out laughing. Marco wasn’t in a bad mood anymore.

“Let’s get home, princess.”

“Excellent suggestion, Marco!”

Marco then went on to have a bad mood again the next day, when Skullnick harshly reminded him at the volume of 120 decibels that he forgot to actually clean the storage building yesterday.

He should’ve skipped class.

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Late Night Magic | Part 2 | LOKI LAUFEYSON

Description: Nightmares are a common occurrence for the reader as her power emanates darkness and danger. This leads to an odd connection between her and Loki who resonates with her through 2:30 am conversations.

Author’s Note: Ya’ll really enjoyed Late Night Magic and with so many requests for a part 2, I couldn’t not write one so here it is. I pulled this out of my ass in like an hour and a half and I think I turned out pretty well. I especially like the dream sequence. Anyways, as always I appreciate feedback and I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!

Word Count: 1891

Part 1 | Fanfiction Masterlist

The onslaught of hard liquor down my throat lead to me having a coughing fit as I slammed the shot glass down onto the counter. I wiped my mouth violently and leaned against the counter, my (Y/H/C) hair falling over my shoulders and covering my face.

“Why the sudden change from tea to whiskey?” a voice asked, breaking the eerie silence that overcame the Avengers Tower while everyone else with a normal sleep schedule, well, slept.

I looked up and shook my hair out of sight, coming face to face with the only other person who was ever up at this time of night, Loki. He approached me casually before leaning his elbows against the counter opposite from me.

“Another nightmare?” he asked in a soft voice. Loki’s face looked relaxed aside from the fact that his eyebrows were scrunched together. It was almost as if he were… concerned.

I reached a hand up and pushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear, looking away from his piercing gaze. A dry laugh escaped my lips along with a flush of color to my cheeks as I recalled the dream that woke me up tonight.

“I wouldn’t call it a nightmare per say,” I trailed off, looking back up at Loki. “It was just rather… well… strange is the only way I can think to describe it.” My hand gripped the bottle of whiskey carefully as I poured myself another shot.

“Care to elaborate?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Not to you particularly no,” I replied, downing another shot of alcohol.

“And why is that?” Loki prodded. When I didn’t respond he asked another question. “Was I in it?”

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders, trying to seem nonchalant. “No,” I lied through my teeth.

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anonymous asked:

Your hc's are so good! Can you do one where RFA + V + Saeran react to MC teasing them for days, maybe weeks even, but never making hanky panky? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hello there! This is my first ever HC in my whole life. OMG. I really enjoyed writing this. <3 sending love to you anon

-Mod Fluffy.


  • Poor boy thinks that he’s such a pervert.
  • Shit. Yoosung. Focus. What are you thinking ?!
  • “Yoosungiee~~ Can you hand me the towel? I forgot to bring it here" Yaas MC, it’s the fourth time that you forgot that goddamn towel in a week.
  • Blushing meSS.
  • It’s been like, 5 days when you decided to wear his hoodie over your short shorts while he was playing LOLOL. “Yoosungiee~~” you said as you slowly walked towards him and sat on his lap.
  • Poor bby doesn’t know what to do “M-MC! Oh my god. ”
  • You smiled seductively and gave him a peck on the cheek. He stared at you, unable to move.He can feel heat slowly getting into every inch of his body. You slowly moved closer while still looking into his eyes.
  • Melts like fucking cheese on top of pizza.
  • Okay. Self Control. I. Need. You. Now.
  • You sheepishly grin “Oh. Your hero just died, I’m sorry I distracted you. I’ll go ahead and sleep.” You got of from his lap and went ahead.
  • Wait- WHAT?!
  • MC. WHyieeeee?
  • Sulks all night long and looks at you like a puppy who didn’t got a treat the next day.


  • He won’t last a day. Or so you thought.
  • Is really good at ignoring your erotic back stretching with matching moans and intense eye contact.
  • You decided to take a shower while he was on the bed- reading his script. You bravely got out of the bathroom with only a towel on you to see ZEN the Knight~~~ but sleeping.
  • You’ve been doing the same routine for three days but there’s no reaction but a couple of choking and mumbling plus a few seconds of Zen closing his eyes- chanting a silent mantra.
  • You were eating breakfast when you suddenly stared at him right into the eye.
  • “M-MC? What’s wrong?”
  • You slowly parted your lips, not breaking eye contact. “Nothing, Lovely Zen. I’m just trying to tie the cherry stem with my tongue.”
  • That’s.IT.
  • Unleash the beast.
  • “Wa- wait! Zen!”
  • 911 MC needs help.


  • It’s been five days that you are teasing Baehee at work. Sending nudes at random times.
  • Poor baehee blushes the whole time.
  • “Jaehee, what do you think of this lingerie?”
  • Shit. MC. Stop it. Please. I need to finish this pile of reports.
  • Kisses you on the lips RIGht away when she comes home. Grabs your clothes–
  • “Jaehee. Stop. I need to go to my sister’s dorm tonight. I’ll be back before 10.”
  • Is left standing at the hallway.
  • MC.Wha-Why?!
  • Drowns herself into the comfort of coffee the whole night.
  • Won’t talk to you until you make it up to her. ;)


  • Won’t give in.
  • Pretends to not notice it. But he does.
  • Have I already told you that he does notice it?
  • It’s been a week and he noticed that you already gave up.
  • Pins you unto the wall “So, you think I didn’t notice you teasing me, huh Princess? Don’t you know how hard it is to control my self ? You’ve been a bad girl. I need to punish you.”
  • #censored
  • #Daddy Jumin
  • #Fifty Shades of Chairman-To-Be


  • Turns the same color as his hair
  • “M-MC? Please cover up a bit.”
  • Is he saying something? Ohohoho. MC haven’t heard a thing.
  • You walked towards him, aggressively turning his swivel chair towards you and climbing up to straddle him.
  • Error 707 has stopped working.
  • You pressed your body to his. And started kissing him.
  • In The Name Of The F—
  • He grabbed you by the waist and started kissing down your neck.
  • “Wai-Wait! Saeyoung! I need to tell you something!.
  • Momentarily stops and stares at you.
  • “We’re out of Honey Buddha Chips”
  • Will probably forget about you teasing him and him losing control.
  • 10/10 will panic because of Honey Buddha Chips.
  • “MC! Why’d you tell me just now?”


  • Honestly, he doesn’t mind.
  • Oh wait. He does.
  • Will make a plan to have his way.
  • Huh. You were teasing him and won’t do it. He’ll surely find a way for you to give up that crazy teasing game.
  • 10/10 will prepare a path of rose petals at home with dim lights and sexy as hell music. Will usher you to bath that he prepared himself.
  • Romantic as hell. Like. Who the heck has the audacity to not give him the hanky panky willy wonka with that kind of treatment he will give you.


  • Tease? Who? Him? You sure?
  • Days? u kiddin him,right?
  • This boi won’t last 5 minutes if you’re gonna walk in front of him wearing his Shirt with your undies underneath.
  • “Saeraaan~~”
  • Self Control? The heck is that? Tease me MC, but be responsble for what happens next. ;)
Illegal (Part 3)- Park Jimin Racer!AU

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Genre: Fluff/ Comedy/ Angst

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word count: 6.336k

Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.

“I said, where the hell is Park Jimin?” The middle one yelled again, looking all around the café for him.

Everyone stayed quiet, and even some of them stepped back, scared by the sudden outburst. Yoongi, who was sat beside you, leaned in against the couch and simply watched the whole scene, almost like he was expecting for this to happen.

“Easy there, I’m here” Jimin said, stepping away from the darts and walking towards him. “So, who wishes my oh so grateful presence?”

You couldn’t understand how he could be so calm and collected at a time like this, especially when the man looked ready to hit him right in the nose.

“You” He said with a red face, pointing at Jimin “Who do you think you are?”

“Well, according to my birth certificate, I am Park Jimin, twenty one years old, and-”

“Don’t you dare mocking me!” The man yelled, with the vein in his neck becoming more and more prominent. Yet, Jimin still seemed unfazed. He stepped away from the man and walked towards Jungkook, taking a few arrows out of his hand.

“You and I have some things to take care of, don’t you think?” The man said. Jungkook gulped, nervously as did the rest of them, but Jimin simply smiled at him.

You didn’t know how to react and your emotions were all mixed together. Who was the man and what did he wanted to talk to Jimin about? Either way, things didn’t seem to be good between them, and by the looks of it, they never were.

Jimin took a step back and threw a dart that he had on his hand, which the man caught, in between his fingers, right before it touched the board.

“C'mon man! That was a perfect one!” He whined, moving his arm dramatically.

However, after that, there was a sudden silence. The air was heavy and you bit your bottom lip in anticipation, not knowing what was going to happen next. Jimin must have looked at you and at your nervous expression because he sent you a small smile, as some sort of reassurance that everything was going to be alright.

“Her” The man said, pointing at you. “Who is she, Jimin? I saw you with her on the other night. I wonder if she-”

“Don’t you even dare-” He started to say while walking after him. The man raised his arm and signalled with his fingers for his men to stop him. They grabbed Jimin by both arm and pulled him back, not allowing him to move.

This was the first that you have ever seen Jimin both nervous and angry, and you sure didn’t want to see him like this more often. He had a red face and bawled his hands in to fists, not to mention that his cheekbones were more noticeable from gritting his teeth so hard.

The man walked, slowly, like he was teasing him, until he was in front of you. He then got on his knees and grabbed your face in between his fingers, with a perverted smile on his face.

“Let go of her” Jimin said, while trying to break free from the other men’s grip.

“You know, darling” The man continued, completely ignoring him. “I think that you would look even prettier like this” He said putting a strand of your hair behind your ear. “See.”

His hands were raspy and you turn your face away from him at his touch. He smelled like nicotine and cheap booze and that made you want to throw up.

“I said, let go of her” Jimin repeated, this time a bit louder.

“Or what?” The man said, getting up “What are you going to do?”

Jimin was gritting his teeth in anger when the man stood in front of him, laughing.

You could see that Jimin was trying his best to control himself by biting on his bottom lip,  but the minute the man mentioned you again he just couldn’t handle it anymore. Jimin kicked him right on his stomach, making him fall down, groaning in pain. You stayed back, with a shocked look on your face.

However, you weren’t the only one, as all of them were looking at him with their mouths hanging open.

“Dude, you just looked like James Bond!” Jungkook said, way to excited, and Jimin laughed.

“You little bastard.” The man said. By the time he finally got up Jimin had dodged away from the men’s grip and stood behind one of the counters chairs, lowered.

You looked at Yoongi in hopes of convincing him to get up and stop all this madness, but he simply stood back and watched.

“Let them be”. Yoongi whispered to you “He can deal with them all by himself.”

The man walked towards Jimin and lifted him you by the collar of his shirt, furious, forcing him to stand up.

“Well, hide and seek and never my forte” Jimin laughed stepped away from him.

If his goal was to piss him off he sure as hell was doing a very good job. The man tried to punch him again but failed miserably as Jimin dodged his face away from his hand and run away from him.

Jungkook tried to help Jimin out but the men stopped him, each one grabbing him by his arms. The pink haired girl and Peyton were in the corner, hugging one another, with a scared look on their faces, not daring to make a single move.

The man got down, supporting himself on his legs, trying to catch his breath from running after Jimin inside the café. However, soon his expression turned from a tired one to a blank one, and then his mouth started to slowly show a smile, like had just had one of his most brilliant ideas ever. You recognised that look from your father’s face when he remembered something, and it usually wasn’t a very good thing, since that, most of the time, he ended up injuring himself.

You were expecting that he would call his men and then they would go after Jimin or something, but instead he started walking towards you and you froze in your place.

“Get her out of here” Jimin yelled at Yoongi, as soon as he realized what he was about to do. “Now!”

“Why would you do that? The three of us were going to have so much fun!” The man said, with a fake tone of disappointment in his voice.

“Let her be, she has nothing to do with any of this.” Jimin said, putting himself in the space gap that there was between you and the man. “You can do whatever you want with me, punch me or whatever, but don’t touch her.”

You were now standing up and Jimin was holding you securely behind him, protecting you from him.  At that moment, everyone stopped moving and all eyes were focused on the three of you.

“Well, you just left me even more curious, Park Jimin. I wonder what there is about her that makes her so special.” He said while reaching out to touch your arm.

Jimin slapped his hand away from you and pushed him back, making him loose his balance momentarily and fall down.

“I said, leave her get out of this” Jimin repeated in an angered voice. He had his head down but by the way that he had his hands bawled in to fists you could tell that he want very happy. He swung his arm back and punched the man right on his nose.

“You little piece of fucking shit.” The man said, in pain, while covering his face.

“C'mon I didn’t even hit you that hard.” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Boys” The man got up and pointed at you. Jungkook, Jin and Yoongi held the men back, not allowing them to go after you.

Meanwhile, the man and Jimin were still fighting, him throwing punches all around and Jimin dodging them. However, in the middle of the confusion, Jimin got distracted and the man hit him right in the abdominal area. He looked back at you, to make sure that you were alright, before falling down on his knees. He was getting more and more tired and the man took that to his advantage by trying to punch him again. He tried to escape but he wasn’t quick enough and the man was able to leave some scratches on his cheek.

In a moment lf impulse, you get up from your place on the couch and launch yourself over Jimin’s body, trying to protect him. You feel a small pain spreading all over your knees from landing on them, but the adrenaline of the moment made you completely forget about it.

“Stop, that’s enough!” You say.

The man slowly lets his arm down at the sight of you and you take a deep breath.

Jimin was heavily breathing from underneath you, and his face is contorted in a painful expression. His eyes were closed, like he was still expecting for the man’s fist to touch his body, and his arms were embracing his stomach in hopes of numbing the pain.

“Stop, please.” You beg him, with some tears starting to bream from your eyes.

“As you wish, sweetheart.” He says. You didn’t know why he was acting so comprehensive, but honestly, you didn’t care, you just wanted him to stop. He adjusted his jean jacket and walked towards the door, mentioning for the men to follow after him. He cleans his face that had a little bit of blood on it before sending all of you a mocking smile.

“Well, this has been fun. Hope we can repeat it someday.”

“Likewise.” Yoongi answers, closing the door on his face, making it collide with his nose. All of you hear a loud groan in pain from the other side and Jungkook laughs lowly.

Everyone is quiet for a while, not moving a single muscle. You were still on top of him and you could feel his heart beating fast from beneath you and his breathing on your neck. You jolt when you hear someone clearing his throat followed by a touch of someone’s hand on your shoulder.

“They are gone. You can get off of him now, Y/N.” Yoongi says and you blush.

“This sure was something else.” Jungkook says and Jin nods.

You get up and a put a strand of hair behind your hear. Just thinking that the man had done that moments earlier made you want to throw up and take three cold water showers.

Even though you knew you weren’t the one who started this mess, you couldn’t help but to feel a bit guilty about it all, as if what had happened to Jimin had been your fault. Maybe if you had insisted in not going with him, nothing of this would have happened and Jimin wouldn’t be laying on the floor, with a painful expression and scratches all over his face.

He slowly got up and cleared his throat, as a sign for everyone to stop staring at you two. You reach out your hand to help him but he refuses it, and stands up on his own. Stubborn.

You could tell that he was feeling a bit guilty about what had happened and you were afraid that he would start shutting you out like everyone else did when something went wrong. You weren’t ready for it, and especially not now, right after you realized you had feelings for him. You weren’t ready to get hurt again.

“We need to get you to a hospital.” You say to Jimin.

“There is no need for that.”

“Are you kidding me? Jimin, you just got punched!” You sounded a bit too harsh, but it wasn’t your intention, you were just worried about him. However, he didn’t seem to care so much about himself as he sent you a smile and walked away.

“How about we just get out of here?” Jungkook suggests and everyone hummed, agreeing with him.

You run towards Jimin to help him walk better but you feel someone’s stare on you. You were expecting it to be Yoongi’s, like he was analysing your every move (that seemed like something the he would do), but much to your surprise it was Peyton’s. She had a sad expression on her face, and you didn’t know if it was because of the state Jimin was in or because you too seemed awfully closer then she thought that you were.

You felt sorry for her, and you couldn’t help but to imagine that if you just walked away from everyone, right now, that everything would be instantly better. Jimin wouldn’t be all beaten up, him and Peyton could start dating, and everyone would be much happier.

“Guys, I think I will-” You start, but Jimin quickly interrupts you.

“What about you all go first? I still need to disinfect some wounds, don’t I?” He said and looked down at you.

“Do you need any help? My mother is a nurse and I-” She tried to say but got interrupted by him.

“Thank you Peyton, but there is no need for that.” He says as Jungkook secured the door open and everyone got out. “By the pond, right?”

“Yeah, see you later.” Jin says and closes the door behind him.

The café that once had been so agitated was now calm. The interior started to get darker as the sun went down, and there was no sound other than Jimin’s breathing and the tilting of glasses against each other.

“I’m very sorry for all of this.” You say to the man that was behind the counter. He was cleaning up some glasses that had fallen down during the fight, and putting the chairs but on its original place.

“It’s okay. Just make sure the next time this happens no one gets hurt. And boy,” He says, his tired face turning to look at Jimin “You need to accept that sometimes you won’t be able to help everyone.”

Jimin face fells at his comment but still he smiles at the man. You hold the door open for him and Jimin walks pass it.

“I’m really sorry about all of this. I promise I will find a way to repay you.” You say to the man again before leaving the café.

Outside the air was a bit chilly and you rub your hands up and down your arms. The sun was starting to go down and there was almost no one on the street, with the exception of a little boy and his mother who were walking their dog.

“Can you walk by yourself or do you need my help?” You ask Jimin.

“I got this, don’t worry.” He smiles and starts walking. You felt a huge need of asking him about the man, but right now wasn’t the most appropriate time, besides you two had more important things to do, like cleaning his bruises.

“Why did you say no to Peyton? She knows how to take care of injuries like this, she could have helped you.”

“Because I wanted to be alone with you.” He says, but keeps walking straight ahead. “Besides, I already know someone who can deal with stuff like this.”

“Oh.” You simply say, rubbing the back of your neck.

“You should have gone away when I told to.”

“And leave you there so that you could get all beaten up with no one to help you?” You say “Not an option. I have run away from everything all my life, it was time for me to start changing that.”

He stops right in front of you and runs a hand through his hair as a sign of frustration.

“Do you know how I would feel if he had done something to you? Do you?” Your heart started to accelerate inside your ribcage and your palms started to get sweaty. “You know, sometimes I think that it would be better if I just pushed you away. You wouldn’t have to deal with stuff like this and you would probably be much happier. But there is this part of me that always keeps pushing me towards you.”

“And which part do you like the best?”  You whisper.

He puts a strand of your hair behind your hear and you lean against his palm, involuntarily, smiling.

“What do you think?” He says and smiles. However, he doesn’t even give you some time to process as he walks away from you right away.

He always does this. Says something meaningful and deep, and then walks away like nothing happened, leaving you back blushing and confused. He was hard to understand, but these small gestures made you think that what Yoongi had said to you, hours earlier, was actually true.

“Well, Y/N, are you coming or not?” He says. You run until you can finally catch up to him and then stop, trying to catch your breath.

“So I was thinking-”

“Oh boy.” You say.

“Hey! What do you mean by that?!”

“Normally when you think nothing good comes out of it.” You shrug your shoulders and laugh at his reaction. He had his hands over his chest, theatrically, like you just said the most awful thing in the world to him.

“Well, I’m offended, Mrs. Y/N. My ideas are the best ones!” He says.

“Whatever you say, Park Jimin” You roll your eyes at him. “Where are we actually going?”

He doesn’t respond and keeps walking, only stopping five minutes later.

“Here.” He says and points to the house on your right. It was not very big and the outside was similar to every other house on this town, filled with yellow flowers all over the front yard.

Connected to the house there was a garage and a small basketball field, where there were some children playing with a ball.

“Jimin!” One of them yells and Jimin waves at them.

“Is this your place?” You ask.

“Yeah.” He nods his head and opens the small gate, mentioning for you to come in. “Normally before bringing a girl home, I usually pay her a dinner. But I guess that you are an exception.”

“I still accept the dinner.” You say and he laughs.

His front porch is very different from your grandma’s. There is a small table with a few metal chairs and some cigarettes packs spread all over it.

“You live here alone?” You ask, curious.

“No, I actually share this place with Yoongi and Jungkook.” He informs you while opening the front door.

The interior was just as you were expecting it to be. The walls were painted a dirty white and there was packs of food spread all over the couch that was on the living room. There was also a big television attached to the wall, along with a fireplace and a big dining room table that, by the looks of it, has never been used. The kitchen had a small table on the middle and the sink was full of dirty dishes, probably because no one ever got the trouble to actually wash them.

There was a pair of wooden stairs at the end of the hall that connected the bottom to the top floor similar to those that you had in your house back at your hometown. Suddenly the longing for it starts to settle in and you can’t help but to sigh at the thought.

“Wasn’t it better if we went to a hospital?” You say once again.

“I said that it wasn’t necessary and it still isn’t. You learn what you have to do after a while of watching other people doing it.” What did he mean by that?

“You can follow me, you know?” He laughed, walking up the stairs.

“Hum… Okay.” You felt nervous about being in his house for the first time, and besides that there was no one around.

“That’s Jungkook’s and Yoongi’s room.” He said pointing at the first two doors that came up in your sight. “And this is mine.”

He opened his door to give you an insight of his bedroom. There was an unmade bed on one corner and a big window on the wall that let the sunlight come and light up his room. There was a small bookcase on the other side, filled with tiny action figures, some drawers and a closet that were filled with clothes. The mirror that was next to the closet reflected your appearance, and you noticed that your hair was all tangled and out of place. Jimin notices you looking at yourself and nudges your arm with his elbow.

“Hey, don’t worry about that.” He smiled “You look beautiful.”

“T-Thanks” You say, and look down, blushing.

He goes inside the bathroom and you stay in the little hallway, not knowing quite what to do.

After a few minutes of just standing there looking at the white walls, you decide to knock on his bathroom door and ask if he needs any help. After all, if you came all this way with him, you should at least do something helpful.

“Hey, do you need any-” You said, while opening the door that he had left slightly open, only to find him on the other side, shirtless, putting some betadine of his abdominal area. You quickly shut the door behind you and rest your back against it.

“Y/N, if you wanted to see me that bad you could have just asked.” He says, from the other side, and you freeze. The image of Jimin comes surfing up to your mind and you can’t help but to blush at the memory of him without any shirt on, his hair all sweaty and sticky on his forehead, and his muscles contracted from the contact between the cotton ball with Betadine and his skin.

“I-I…” You try to say but nothing comes out.

“Relax I was just joking, unless you don’t want me too.” He says and you roll your eyes, still blushing. “But, Y/N, can you do me a favour? Can you go to my room and bring me a new shirt?”

“Of course, I don’t want your tiny muscles to catch a cold, do I?” You tease, walking away.

Suddenly, the door slams open and Jimin stands there with a fake hurt look on his face.

“Excuse me? Tiny muscles?” He said. He starts walking towards you and you try to run away from you but he blocks your way with his arm.

“What?” You said, your voice trembling a bit.

“Are you by any chance, ticklish, Y/N?” He asks, changing the theme of your conversation. You tried to ignore the fact that he still didn’t have any shirt on but he was not helping at all, by taking more steps closer and closer to you.

“N-no. Why are you asking?”

“Are you sure? Because you sound a bit unsure of yourself.” He says, trying to catch you, but you dodge his arm. You run to his room and hide in the corner between the wall and his bookshelf, hoping that he doesn’t find you. You see him getting inside from the corner of your eye and you press your back against the wall behind you.

You tried to breathe little lower and when you see him walking away from the door you take that has an advantage to run away from him. However, you were not too quickly since he was able to grab your forearm and push you back, making you collide against his chest.

“Y-You shirt…” You try to say, as an excuse while trying to break free.

However, he doesn’t even move. He keeps you stuck between his arm and his chest and you try your best not to blush and keep avoiding looking at him. You keep your head lowered, facing the floor and you hear him chuckle from above you.

“Y/N, are you blushing?”

“What? No I am not…” You say.

“You don’t need to lie.” He says and smiles. “Everybody would feel intimidated by these.” He flexes his arm muscles and you laugh, throwing a shirt that was laying around his room at him, hitting him right on the face.

You walked down the stairs and wait for him to get ready. You went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and notice some pictures attached to the front of the fridge. There were three of them, were Jungkook, Yoongi and Jimin were babies, and it was very easy to tell them apart. On the Jungkook one, he was in a pool, smiling widely, between his parent; on the Yoongi one, he was on the beach laying on a towel, his mother was holding him, and his father was kissing her on the cheek; however on the Jimin one, he was only with his father, on his lap, on top of a motorbike.

“Hey, I’m done” Jimin says, appearing on the kitchen’s door.

“Okay, I was just came down here to drink some water. Shall we go now? They must be waiting for us.”

Jimin still had a few scratches on his face but now they weren’t so visible, only a few red spots.

You put the glass on the sink and walk with him out of the kitchen.

“Where is the pond?” You ask.

“Near the river. You know that they chose that place on purpose, right?”

“Why?” You raise your eyebrow in confusion as he opens the front door for you.

“There are ducks there.” He simply states.

“Oh” You laugh and remember what he had told when you two were walking towards the café. “So, is this when I get to assist to Jimin-and-the-ducks 2.0 version?”

“Very funny.” He rolls his eyes.

You walk pass his garden and in to the side walk. You aren’t planning on staying long with them by the pond, since you had your grandma home and you didn’t want to leave her alone for very long.

You walk side by side, however, this time the air was a bit more heavy, and  you had this feeling that it was because of that photos.

“I know you saw them” He suddenly says, out of nowhere.


“The photos. And I know that you want to know why my photo was the only one who didn’t have both of our parents on it.” He says, like he had just read your mind. At the mention of the pictures his tone changed, it wasn’t a funny and relaxed anymore, but more tense, yet soft one.

It was true that you were curious about that, but you knew better than to ask him. Because your mother had left you, you took this type of thing very personal and you knew how painful it was to make a person remind herself of that.

“She died, seven minutes after I was born.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” You say and look at him.

“It’s okay” He smiles, a sad smile. You feel this sudden need of pulling Jimin in to a hug, but you knew that if you did that he would probably just start crying his eyes out, and you didn’t want to make him suffer more than he already had.

“Mine left me and my dad when I was little. She run away with some guy.” You tell him. It was the first time you have ever said that to someone, you hadn’t even said that to Taehyung, he had discovered it because your dad had told him in one of his many visits to your house.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t do anything.” You smile at him.

He gets besides you and puts one of his arms around your shoulder, making you walk closer to him.

“You know, sometimes I ask myself if the fishes are any capable of feeling thirsty.” He says, fitting the sky. What the hell.

“I don’t even know why I get surprised anymore” You laugh, pushing the hair off of your face.

“What? It is a very important matter.”

“If fishes get thirsty?”

“Yeah! Those types of questions need to be taken care of and approached in today’s society. The answer might even change someone’s life.”

“Okay, okay… You won. I have nothing to go against that.” You roll your eyes and he smiles, triumphant.

“Look!” He said, pointing at the tree that was a few meters away from you. He grabs your hand and starts running towards it. A blush starts to creep in to your cheeks because of his gesture and you can’t help but to smile.

On the tree there was a small swing made out of some rope and an old tire. Didn’t seem safe at all.

“No, I’m not doing that. The last time I went on one of these I fell off it and landed on the ground, on my butt. People were like “c’mon, play with us, it’s going to be fun”, well my butt can’t say the same thing. So, nah ah, you might as well play with yourself.” Oh. Oh.

“What?” He laughs “What do you want me to do?”

“No! Don’t take it to that side!” You say, and cover your face with your hands, trying to hide all the embarrassment that you were feeling.

“Well, Y/N, who knew that you were like that” He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you “But I always knew that you had it on you.”

“No!” You laugh, and start to walk away from him. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Are you sure? Because that plus the bathroom thing, makes me thing that you actually-”

“No! Don’t you dare finish that sentence. Oh my God.”

“But you have to admit that what you said was really funny! You should have seen your face the minute you said that! ”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mock me all you want, but it isn’t me who is afraid of ducks!”

“Why do you have to put ducks in this conversation?”

“Because I love you.” You and Jimin widen your eyes at your statement, and you turn away, so that your back is facing him. Why don’t you know how to keep your mouth shut? “Because I love to… annoy you, yeah, that’s hum… why.”

Instead of what you were expecting to happen, Jimin’s face fell down at your statement, like he almost was… disappointed.

“Yeah” he simply said.

The both of you walk the rest of the way in silence. You thought about saying something but you were afraid that you might make things worse that what they already were, and by the looks of it, so was he. Your hands brush against each other and you could tell by his expression that he was debating whether to grab yours or not. You desperately wanted him to do so, you wanted to say to him that it was alright, that you even wanted for him to do that, but things weren’t that simple. No matter how hard you tried them to be.

After a while of simply walking, you two spot the pond and a few of Jimin’s friends.

“Hey!” You hear one of them yell at you. “Here!”

You start walking fast towards them but Jimin stops dead on his tracks, with a thoughtful look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Nothing, nothing.” He shakes his head “I was just thinking… You know what? Follow me, they can wait.”

“What? But Jimin, we agreed on meeting them there.” You say.

“And we will, but first I want to show you something.” He grabs your hand and entwines his finger with yours. Jimin starts running and you have no other choice than to run with him, otherwise you would just fall face flat on the floor. You could see Jungkook’s confused face looking at both of you and Peyton’s sad one. Yoongi, on the other hand, was grinning like he had almost predicted that this was going to happen.

“Where are we going?”

“Wait, you will see.”

He starts to slow down and soon enough the both of you are in a place that looks exactly like the one that the others were, except this didn’t have the pond. There was a tree near the river and you sit underneath it, with Jimin’s besides you.

“This looks like the pond. You know we could have just stayed there, right?”

“He could, but I wanted some alone time with you.” Oh. Oh. Oh. I wanted some alone time with you too, you wanted to say but no words seemed to get out. “Besides there are no ducks in here.”

You get up and stand in front of him.

“I was reflecting the other day and I think that I may have chosen already a favourite colour already.” You say and his eyes widen.

“Really?” He asks and you nod your head. “And what is it?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“And why not?”

“Because I have a feeling that you are lnot going to like it. Besides, if I do tell you, you may not want to hang out with anymore since your mission is complete.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Well, first of all, that is not true. And second, you won’t know if I like it or not unless you tell me. But please don’t chose green I-” He starts saying but then notices the look on your face “It is green isn’t it?” He asks and you hum in response.

“How did you know?”

“The look of your face gave it all away. I swear you must pick your answers to not let me like you.” He says in a joking manner.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because if I didn’t like you, you wouldn’t have to bring me your grandmother’s cookies, and that was way less work for you.”

“That seems about right. But you are forgetting about something.” You say and he gets up.

“What am I forgetting about?”

He stars walking towards you but you run away from him.

“If I stopped talking to you I wouldn’t have anyone to annoy. And love to annoy you. But, since I don’t want that to stop, I may think about choosing another favourite colour.” You say sticking your tongue out at him.

He runs after you and you hide from him behind the tree. He soon notices were you were hiding and you run away from him, but you end up falling down because of a trees’ root during the process. You fake being hurt by groaning in pain, and he gets down on his knees with a very concerned look on his face.

“Oh my God, Y/N, are you okay?” He asks. You take the fact that he had let his guard down to your advantage, and you push him down in to the floor with your arms.

“That is not fair!” He whines.

“Too bad” You laugh.

The both of you stay there for a little while longer, laying on the grass, fitting the sky. You were probably all dirty right now, with tiny pieces of grass stuck on your clothes and your hair, like he had too.

However, suddenly, he rolls his body over till he is next to you and then gets on top of you.

“Aish, you are heavy” you say, trying to push him off of you. But he didn’t move, in fact, he even started making himself heavier than he already was.

“You were saying?” He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright, alright, you win.” He smiles and gets off you. He puts his two hands besides each side of your head, and lifts his weight off you, supporting all of it on his arms.

He brushes the hair off your face, and takes a strand of your hair that was glued to your lips.

“So, you love to annoy me, huh?” He says.

“I do.” You laugh and squish his cheeks on your hands “You get your face all read and your eyebrows does this funny thing where they raise and all.” You laugh and try to imitate him. “I am completely in love with annoying you.”

“Say that again” He gets his face closer to yours and you close your eyes as something instinctive. “Please.”

“I am completely in love with-”

“Oh My God!” You hear a voice besides you saying. You turn your head to see Jungkook covering his eyes with his hand and the others walking after him. “Control yourself people!”

You hide your face in embarrassment and Jimin simply chuckles, getting off of on top of you.

“That should have a PG-13 warning!” Jungkook went on.

“You make it seem like something bad was happening.” Jimin said. He sticks his hand out to you and helps you getting up.

You clean your jeans that were dirty with some pieces of grass and thank him.

“Why are you guys here?”-

“We saw you two running and we though that something had happened. And by the looks of it-” Jungkook starts saying but Jimin slaps him in the back of his head.

“Well, there was no need for you to worry. We are just fine.” He says and starts to walk away.

You keep yourself quiet during the walk back, too embarrassed to talk. You were still blushing and Jimin wasn’t helping anything at all by always looking back at you and smiling.

Suddenly, you feel Peyton touching your arm and stopping you, mentioning for you to walk slower and further apart from the group.

“Y/N” She says, brushing the blonde hair out of her face, once the two of you were alone, with no one around. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure” You smile at her. She takes a deep breath, like she was getting ready to say something really important, and looks at you right in your eyes.

“Do you… Do you like Jimin?”


Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

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Notes: this is my first Barry imagine (or maybe drabble) so I really hope you like it!

Originally posted by wells-bennett

It was your second cup of coffee that morning and you still were asleep as fuck. Last night was a rough one. It had been your first day at the Central City Police Department and you had seen your first murder. Of course, you couldn’t close your eyes during the night without seeing it over and over again in your head. The result was being exhausted on your second day and considering to inject the coffee straight into the vein.

You were supposed to be at the police station in half hour so you got up from your seat at Jitters and went to the bar to order another one to take away. While you waiting in line you looked around. That was the first time you saw him.

He was sitting at a table, in front of another guy with dark medium length hair. He was thin but you could see he was fit as well, he had green bright eyes and short brown hair. But that wasn’t what caught your attention. It was his smile. The most genuine smile you had seen in a long time. Somehow it made your heart race and smile. Just then, he looked around and spotted you so you quickly looked away, biting your lip and feeling your cheeks getting red. You were always so obvious with this kind of things.

After a few moments, you looked back to where he was just to see that he was looking at you, but the moment your eyes met he looked at his friend. Yet, you could see a smile forming on his lips. You chuckled a little but the barista took you out of your thoughts.

“A coffee. Take away, please”, you smiled as you put the money on the bar.

While you waited for your coffee you looked back the table where that guy was. He was talking to his friend which gave you time to take in more of him. He was wearing some jeans, a white t-shirt and a blazer, along with some black Convers. It made him look so good. Of course, just then he looked back at you so you looked back away, pretending to be focused on the muffins next to you.

“Here you go. Thank you”, the barista said.

You smiled at her and took your coffee. Then, you walked to the table where you were before and took your things. You were going to be late already and it was just your second day so you hurried out of the coffee house and ran to your car. Your boss was going to kill you.

When you got to the Police Station, you walked to your desk, putting your stuff on the top of it and letting you fall on the chair with a sigh. You weren’t that late, but you could feel the eyes of your boss on your back so you just started working. The next hour was stressful since you had to fill in so much paperwork due to the murder of the day before.

“Eh…excuse me, are you (Y/N)? I’ve been told to give you this evidence from the…” you looked up and dropped your pen the moment you saw the guy from Jitters in front of your desk. He was tall. “Oh…hi”, he said smiling immediately, making you smile as well.

“H-Hi…” you chuckled, feeling heat on your cheeks.

“What a small world”, he said putting the file he was holding under his arm.

“And yet I never ran into Beyoncé”, you replied quoting Chandler Bing from Friends. He laughed at your response and you swore it was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard.

“I do like Friends as always”, he nodded.

“Then you can talk to me” you joked. “You are…?”

“Barry, Barry Allen. I’m the forensic scientist”, he said stretching out his hand.

“I’m (Y/F/N). Nice to meet you”, you replied shaking his hand. “So…you have something for me?” You asked with a sigh looking at the file.

“Oh yeah! I’m really sorry for giving you more work since…you look pretty busy but…these are the reports from the evidence of the murder we had yesterday”, he said handing you the brown file.

“Great” you smiled taking it. “Thank you”, you thanked him with a smile. “I…gotta get back to work” you said biting your lip.

“Me too” he nodded.

He put his hands into his pockets and walked away, so you forced yourself to focus back on the work. But a minute later, someone distracted you again, making you look up to see Barry standing in front of you.

“Sorry again” he smiled. “I was wondering if…” he looked around and chuckled, looking nervous, as he ran a hand through his hair.  “Would you like to…grab a coffee sometime? With me?”

The proposal took you totally off guard but it still made you smile at the same time you got nervous.

“Sure. I… would love to”, you smiled at him. “Maybe tomorrow? Breakfast at Jitters? Maybe 9 a.m.? It takes me a while to get out of bed” You suggested. He laughed a little and nodded.

“Looking forward to it”, he said walking away again.

This time, before leaving the office, he turned to look at you once again, smiling as he saw you looking back at him.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader // Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drama, Drinking, physical altercations later on in the story (basically someone or someone’s get punched). Also this does turn into a Peter Parker x Reader story.

A/N: Please Remember My Peter Parker Is Andrew Garfield. Not Tom.

Steve doesn’t know about your wild crush for him. When he starts dating a girl, Agent Holly, he met on a mission, you don’t take the news well. Jealousy and an attitude take over you, trying to move past it, trying to be friends. You find comfort in Peter Parker, who makes you laugh and looks at you in a way that makes your heart stutter. After too much to drink one night, drunk texts and a confused Steve are standing in your door looking for answers, to Peter’s dismay. Will you cough up the truth about what you’re feeling for who or will you let everything come crashing down?

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Always Right Here

Highly requested! Part 3 in A Modern Love Story. Part 1, Millennial Love and Part 2, A Week in Montreal.  

Summary: After Tom’s unexpected (but appreciated) kiss, you and him have to figure out what the next best thing to do is. 

“Excuse me? Ma’am?… Ma’am?” the flight attendant said, taking you out of your daze. “Please put on your seat belt. We’re about to take off.” 

“R-right. I’m sorry,” you stuttered, as your seat belt clicked. Your eyes unfocused, the plane ambiance diminished, you placed your fingers on your lips.. Tom Holland just kissed me. Me. Tom Holland. Kiss. You sighed, placing your head back on the head rest. 

“Wow,” you whispered, still in shock.  

“Sorry?” the person next to you asked. 

“Oh, sorry. Just thinking out loud,” you chuckled nervously. 

Throughout the flight, all you could think about was Tom’s soft lips against yours. The urgency. The passion behind it. The longing for more. There was no denying that, as a fan, you had fantasized about Tom being your boyfriend. But, could he really want that? Like… it could have just been in the moment. Maybe he was just being.. friendly? You drove yourself deeper into denial, talking yourself out of the possibility that Tom might want to be with you, as not to get your hopes up. 

Once you got off the plane and put your phone off Airplane Mode, a missed call and voicemail came in from Tom. 

“Oh gosh,” you muttered, pressing play and putting the phone up to your ear. 

“Hi Y/N… So… well I hope you landed safely, first off.. Second off.. I’m sorry,” he started. “That was awful timing. I’m sorry. But, I really, really like you and seeing you leave… I was afraid that I wouldn’t see you in a while. I was thinking about how important you are to me, and how you’re always right there for me. Something came over me…” he momentarily paused, as Harrison shouted in the background: “HEY Y/N! I’M HERE, TOO! THIS IS ALL A LITTLE STRANGE NOW THAT I’LL BE THIRD WHEELING!” 

“Shut up, Haz,” Tom scolded. “So.. yes. I’m sorry again, and I hope you can ring me when you have time. We should talk… Okay.. Thank you, talk to you later, love you— Fuck.” The voicemail abruptly ended. 

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 2

Okay okay!! You guys are chomping at the bit for more of this story! You can blame a lot of this on @outlandishchridhe who has become my plot monster for this. And thanks to @shortiemcbealle for some of your amazing ideas!

Part One

Claire wiped down the bar, scrubbing some stickiness off the polished wood. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Frank in three days, ignoring his calls and refusing to open the door when he came by. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Jamie in that time either. It wasn’t until she’d gone home after her classes that she realized she didn’t have his phone number or even know his last name.

If his schedule stayed as it usually did, he’d likely be by the bar tonight. Claire began mixing drinks for a cluster of women at one end of the bar when someone leaned close to her.

“Why won’t you answer my calls?”

No greeting, just a demand. How very like him.

“Piss off, Frank.”

“Claire, can’t we at least talk about this?”

“Talk about what? You fucking a girl who’s barely legal?”

His lips formed a hard line as he glared at her. But she wasn’t going to roll over and take it. Not after everything she’d given up for him.

“It wasn’t like that, Claire.”

“I don’t care how it was, Frank. The one thing I asked of you was for you to remain faithful to me. I heard the rumors at Oxford, before we moved, but I didn’t want to believe them. I suppose those were true too, weren’t they?”

“Now hang on, that’s not fair.”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Not fair? Please, Frank. Tell me how you’re the victim in all this.”

“I wasn’t looking for something with her,” he said, almost too quietly for her to hear. “But there she was. And, well…”

Frank looked her up and down, an almost sad expression in his eyes.

“Well what?”

“Well, if only you’d put a little more effort into taking care of yourself, I might not have been so tempted.”

Feeling like she’d taken a punch in the gut, her mouth fell open. How could he say such a thing?


The pain of Frank’s betrayal disappeared in that single Gaelic word she didn’t really understand. Heat pooled in her belly at the sound of his call. That night with him had been amazing, unlike any experience she’d ever had. She’d had dreams about him every night since they’d slept together, though none of them had been as intense as reality.


“Thank God you’re working tonight,” he said, his face serious.

Claire frowned at him, concerned.

“We’ve got your favorite beer two for one tonight,” she said, already pulling out a glass.

“You know his favorite beer?” Frank said, looking at Jamie with complete disgust.

After rolling her eyes, she filled a glass for Jamie and gave it to him.

“I’m a bartender, Frank. That’s my job.”

Suddenly Jamie’s expression changed and he looked between Claire and Frank.

“Frank… Randall?” he asked.

Belatedly, she realized that Jamie hadn’t ever met Frank and was only just putting together who he was. Something darkened those sapphire blue eyes, something deep and filled with rage.

“Yes, my ex-boyfriend.”

“Ex? Claire, I thought we could talk about this, work things out.”

Glaring at him, she shook her head.

“No. We’re done talking. I didn’t answer your calls for a reason. You slept with another woman while I was in class, and that’s not something I’ll get over.”

“I won’t see her again. I promise. And all you need to do is comb your hair a little and maybe wear some nicer clothes and-”

A loud thud had Claire spinning around, bottle of vodka in hand. Frank had disappeared and Jamie was shaking his hand.


“I heard what he said to ye a moment ago. I didna get here in time to hit him for it, but I could hit him for that. He shouldna speak to ye so.”

Frank staggered back to his feet, glaring.

“And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?!”

Jamie ignored him and looked at Claire.

“Sassenach, we need to talk.”

Frowning, she nodded to the other end of the bar. Jamie followed her, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Look, I’m sorry for skipping out on you the other morning, I just-”

“No, it’s fine. I ken you’ve classes that are important to ye. I only wondered how much of that night ye remember.”

Her face flushed deep scarlet and she busied herself with straightening the basket of pretzels in front of her.

“Well, ah… I remember… You… I mean we… That is to say you came over and-”

“I ken what happened when I came over. But before that. What can ye remember?”

Thinking hard, she realized it was fuzzy.

“I can’t recall.”

“Are ye sure?”

“It’s all fuzzy. I found out about Frank, came here, got drunk. You came and sat down and drank with me. We… We left, trying to find a cab, but we couldn’t. And then… We were in my apartment.”

After a deep breath, he slid the paper over to her. She opened it and her eyes went wide.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said.

“I dinna think it’s a joke, Sassenach. That’s a real certificate.”

“Of marriage?!”

“I’m afraid so.”

She stared at the bottom at her own signature, right beside Jamie’s.

“How many names do you have?!”

“Three,” he said abruptly. “Claire I’m so sorry. I didna mean to do… Whatever this is. I’m sure we can find a way to annul it or somesuch.”

“We’re actually married?!”

His hands spread on the bar, the fingers of his left twitching.

“Aye, it seems we are. I’m so verra sorry, Claire. I ken we were both drunk, but I shouldna ha’ taken advantage like that.”

“This… This can’t be legally binding.”

“Weel, it says here the man is licensed by the state o’ Nevada. According to some old Scottish customs, consummation is what makes it legally binding. And, ach… Weel, we did that.”

Claire jumped as one of the other bartenders brushed by her.

“Look, can you wait until my shift is over? We need to talk about this.”

“Aye, I’ll wait.”

“Take the beer while you wait. I’ll… I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”


Jamie sat in a corner and waited for her. The whole night she looked distracted, serving her customers with an absent smile. And why wouldn’t she be? She’d just found out that she’d married a strange Scotsman she hardly knew!

Finally, her shift was over and she came out from behind the bar. Frank, damn him, was still hanging about. He’d been drinking a bit, though Jamie had only had his one glass. As Claire made her way towards him, Frank got up from his seat.

“Claire,” he drawled, very drunk. “We need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to talk about. Go off with whoever it was you were sleeping with.”

Jamie stood as well, preparing to leave.

“No! This isn’t over!”

Frank made to grab for Claire, long fingers reaching for her like talons. Jamie stepped in front of her, blocking Frank.

“Aye, it is,” Jamie said, bringing himself up to his full height. “I’ll thank you to keep your hands off my wife.”

“Oh piss off. This’s nothing to do with you.”

One of the security personnel approached them.

“Is there a problem here, Claire?”

“Hello Harvey, I’m afraid Doctor Randall here has had enough. Could you be sure he gets a cab home?”

Harvey nodded and glared down at Frank.

“You heard her, let’s go.”

With her bag over her shoulder, Claire nodded at the door and Jamie made to follow her out.

“Please Claire!”

Frank made a grab for her again, but Jamie grabbed his outstretched hand and twisted it behind his back.

“She’s asked ye kindly to leave her be. If ye wish to keep this arm attached to the rest of yer body, I recommend ye do as she says.”

Harvey took over after that and pushed Frank out of the bar, giving him a well-rehearsed lecture on treating women right.

“Thank you,” Claire said, wrapping her arms right around herself.

“I ken the situation we’re in is a bit… sticky. But I’ll no’ leave ye to deal wi’ him alone if I can help it.”

“Damn it,” she muttered, holding her keys in her hand.

Jamie walked beside her, waiting.

“He has a key to my apartment.”

“Ye can come and stay wi’ me, if ye prefer.”

“You move fast, don’t you?” she asked with a smirk.

His ears burned red and he looked down.

“Ye dinna have to stay, I just thought ye’d like a place where he’ll no’ find ye.”

“I would appreciate that, thank you,” she said quietly.

He drove them to his apartment and let her inside. Being late as it was, or early, he was exhausted and he knew she was as well.

“I dinna work tomorrow,” he said, locking the deadbolt on his door. “So you’re welcome to stay the night here if ye wish. I’ll take the couch.”

“But this is your home. I can’t take your bed from you.”

“It’s my home and I can do wi’ it what I wish. Please, ye need the rest. I’ll be fine.”

“Do you… Could I borrow a shirt or something to sleep in? I smell like work.”


Jamie rummaged in his dresser and handed her a shirt that would be far too large for her.

“Thank you, for doing this. Once we’re better rested, we can talk about what this all… means.”

“Aye. Rest well, Sassenach.”

Taking an extra pillow from the bed and the tartan blanket he’d brought from Scotland, he went out to the couch.


The bed was comfortable, but it smelled of him. So did the shirt she wore. The scent brought back memories of that wild night when they’d… Well, when they’d gotten married apparently. She tossed and turned for a while before slipping out of the bed. Walking quietly, she saw him on the couch, eyes closed. But his breathing wasn’t steady enough for him to be asleep.

“I can’t sleep,” she said quietly.

“Me either.”

“Would you mind if we talked for a bit?”

Sitting up, he patted the seat beside him. Easing herself onto the couch, she pulled at the hem of the shirt. Why she was so self conscious she didn’t understand, he’d already seen every bit of her.

“What would ye like to talk about, Sassenach?”

“I can’t be married to you.”

His brows rose.

“And why is that? I believe there’s a paper in my pocket that says otherwise.”

“I don’t even know your real name.”

With a dignified bow, or what he could accomplish while sitting on a couch, he met her eyes.

“It’s Fraser. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.”

“Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.”

She extended her hand and he shook it.

“Pleasure to meet ye, Claire.”

They fell silent for a time, his thumb making small circles on the back of her hand.

“Tell me about your family.”

Smiling, he took a deep breath and offered her one end of the wool blanket.

“How many generations back?”

Thankful for the extra covering, she settled into her seat.

“Your parents will do.”

They passed hours, just talking, getting to know one another for the first time. The more they talked, the closer they became. He told her of his parents, his older sister, his older brother who had gotten sick as a child and died. She told him how her parents had died, about being raised by her odd uncle. Neither of them explored how they’d both ended up in Las Vegas, but that didn’t seem to matter.

When her eyes began to droop, she heard Jamie laugh.

“Lay your head, Sassenach. Get some rest.”

Letting out a deep sigh she closed her eyes.

She woke the next morning with her head on his chest. His arms were comfortably around her and she realized abruptly she was laying completely on top of him. The woolen blanket was draped over them both, but the body beneath her was pleasantly warm.

For a moment, she watched his sleeping face. He was perfectly at peace, his mouth hanging open a little. Frank would never have done this, never stayed up late just to talk with her. Whenever he held her at night, it was always a little stiff, even in sleep. He was never perfectly comfortable with her. This odd intimacy she had with Jamie was beyond anything she could have imagined having with anyone.

His breathing changed as he woke and she smiled up into his blue eyes.

“Good morning to ye, Sassenach.”

“Morning, Jamie.”

“I didna get to say that, last time.”

She winced.

“Sorry about that.”

One corner of his mouth ticked up in a smirk.

“Dinna fash. I could fix ye some breakfast though, if ye like.”

“I’d like that.”

They moved at the same time, her trying to let him up, him trying to slide out from beneath her without dropping her on the ground. The result of their simultaneous action had something stiff pressing into Claire’s belly. Immediately red crept up Jamie’s neck, settling in his ears.

“Ah… Apologies, Sassenach.”

Her own cheeks burned and she moved off him, giving him the blanket as covering. Why did she feel so silly with him all of a sudden?

“It’s fine,” she said, unable to look at him for the moment.

“I’ll just be a moment. Then I’ll come fix ye some breakfast and we’ll talk about what’s to do next, aye?”

Daring a glance up at him, she gave him a small smile and nodded.

Surprise | J.A

Requested: Yessss but I changed some parts a litleeee bit (I hope that’s okay!)

Prompt: Reader sneaks through Jack’s bedroom window unannounced. 

Warnings: A few cuss words and it’s kind of short because I flopped. 

Despite living less than thirty minutes away from their house you hadn’t seen your boyfriend Jack, or any of the boys for that matter, in over a week. You had been busy with essays and the boys had been filming for different stuff. 

However, you’d finally caught up on all your work and you knew the boys had a free day today. It was still early but you missed Jack so much you couldn’t wait any longer, which is how you ended up climbing up the side of the Why Don’t We house. “Please be unlocked, please be unlocked.” you murmured to yourself, whilst balancing on the ledge outside of your boyfriend’s bedroom window. 

You paused for a moment when you saw him with his back facing you, he was wearing one of his big hoodies and his hair was a little all over the place. His mere presence mesmerized you every single time, you got so caught up in watching him that you almost lost your balance. 

Almost. You’d gone unnoticed up until now, but you whacked your hand against the window in a panic and Jack turned around. Now you could see that he still had his glasses on, making your affection for him grow even stronger. 

His eyes went wide as he rushed over to open the window. “Baby, what the fuck?” A giggle escaped his lips as he grabbed onto your arm, helping you inside. 

“I wanted to surprise you because I missed you, but you were standing there looking cute and I got distracted.” You admitted. 

“You’re adorable.” he grinned, opening his arms for you which you gladly ran into. 

The two of you stood there hugging, Jack swaying you back and forth for a while, one of his hands stayed at the bottom of your back while the other held your head close to him. 

You usually weren’t the type to be clingy but when your boyfriend is in a band and has to travel or work constantly, added on top of keeping your grades on track, small moments like this meant everything to both of you. 

After a while, Jack pulled you away from him and took you by the hand to lead you over to his bed. You took your place on the left side, you’d always told him you felt safer protected by both the wall and his arms. He followed your actions and lay next to you, turning to face you. 

“I have a question,” he whispered, brushing hair out of your face in the process.

“I probably have an answer.” you smiled at him. You couldn’t help but smile whenever you were around him.

“I gave you a key for a reason.” Jack laughed, keeping his hand on your cheek. “What made you decide climbing through the window was better than walking through the front door?”

You laughed for a while because you didn’t know how to answer him. All you knew is that you were in love with this boy and you’d been desperate to see him all week. There was nothing better than just laying there next to him, listening to his voice, seeing his tired smile because he’d probably only woken up an hour ago. 

“Okay, maybe I don’t have an answer,” you were still laughing and your boyfriend joined you, he always said he found your little giggles contagious. 

“You almost fell, babe,” he stated, pulling you closer to him. “You know I’d totally jump after you but I’m no superhero and we’d probably both die.” 

Tilting your head slightly, you melted into your boyfriend’s hand. It was definitely cliche but you knew in your heart if you had to die for anybody it would be Jack. You fell in love with him all over again every day, whether you got to see each other or not. 

“Are you still sick?” you changed the subject. 

He nodded, a sigh leaving his mouth. “A little, why?”

“I wanna kiss you,” you frowned, it had been a week too long since you’d last spent time with him like this. 

“What are you waiting for then?” he placed his free hand on the on the other side of your face, pulling you closer until there was little to no space between you. 

You melted into each other, one kiss leading to another and then ten more. By the time you pulled away, your lips were almost swollen and the grins on both of your faces couldn’t be contained if you tried. 

“How did I get so lucky?” ~Peter Parker Imagine~

Hello loves! This is my first Peter Parker imagine, so I hope you enjoy! Please give me feedback on it! I love you all ❤

Summary: You go over to Peter’s place to have your movie date night. It’s filled with lots of cuddles, laughs, kisses, and just overall fluff.

Word count: 900

Warnings: None

             You slightly shivered as a cool fall breeze hit you. New York had increasingly gotten colder day by day and you loved it. You were able to wear over sized sweaters and drink hot chocolate all the time. It also meant you would get more cuddles from Peter. You were actually on your way over to his apartment now. It was Friday, which is the day where you and Peter choose a movie to watch and have cuddle sessions. Both of you always looked forward to these days. Peter would be with the love of his life and take a break from being Spider-Man. Even though he loved being the city’s crime fighter, it was nice to have a day off. As for you, you loved it because you could spend all night wrapped up in Peter’s arms. All stress from school would always go away when you were with him. Friday will always be your favorite day.

             Before you knew it, you were in front of Peter’s door. You lifted up your hand and used your secret knock, letting him know that it was you. After a few moments you heard a soft thud come from the apartment. You rose an eyebrow at the noise but before you could question it, you heard the door unlock and open up. Peter stood there holding his side and glaring at the couch. “You alright Pete?” Your voice seemed to break him from his intense stare off with the inanimate object and turn to look at you. “Oh, yeah I’m fine! Just being my usual clumsy self.” He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly at you. You shook your head and laughed at his behavior. Even after a year of dating Peter, he still got flustered around you.

             “So, are you just going to stand there looking adorable or are you going to let me in?” You questioned, a light smile on your face. “Yes right! Come on in, sorry. I always get distracted by how beautiful you are.” You immediately blushed at his comment and stepped into his apartment.

             While Peter closed and locked the door you took off your shoes and coat, setting them down in their proper place. You looked back up and saw Peter’s excited face already looking at you. “Are you ready for cuddles and movies?” He asked. Seeing him so happy always put a smile on your face. “Of course, I am! You know how much I love cuddles. Come on!” You quickly grabbed ahold of his hand and dragged him to his room.

             You opened the door to his room and noticed the cute set up he had. His lower bunk was filled with pillows, blankets, snacks, and his laptop. The top bunk had fairy lights tangled between the railing and hanging down slightly, which casted a soft glow across the bed. “Peter, this looks so cute!” You smiled at the set up and made your way over to his bed. Peter chuckled nervously, “Thank y-you. I went out and got some lights since I thought it would, you know, l-look nice.” You looked over at his blushing face from your seated position.

             “Peter Parker, you are way to adorable for your own good. Now come here so I can cuddle you.” You patted the spot next to you as Peter continued to stand there with a prominent blush on his cheeks.

             He made his way over to you and quickly slid into the open space next to you. Your arms immediately wrapped around him and you snuggled into his chest. While you made yourself comfy, Peter grabbed his laptop and selected the movie you were going to watch. You looked over and saw that he had chosen Tangled. “We’re watching Tangled?! I love this movie!” You looked up at him with a very excited look. He laughed “I know you do, that’s why I chose it.” He looked down at you and met your love filled gaze. A moment of silence passed before you spoke.

“How did I get so lucky?” You whispered.

“I was just about to say that.” He smiled.

His hand cupped your cheek and leaned down to capture your lips in his. You two shared a sweet kiss before pulling away. Peter then kissed your cheeks, nose, and then your forehead. You felt yourself start to blush and you buried your head into the crook of his neck. “Hey, let me see that face that I love.” Peter gently rubbed your back and you lifted your head up to meet his gaze once again.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Parker.”

Peter smiled and you shared a few more kisses before you snuggled into his chest and watched the movie playing on the laptop. Days like these were the ones that you would always remember. Being with the love of your life, wrapped up in each other’s arms never wanting to let go. You and Peter both knew that this will forever be a tradition for you two. One day telling your kids about these memories, smiling fondly. But he didn’t want to think about the future just yet. Right now, he wanted to be in the present, wrapped up in your arms and enjoying the warmth coming off of you. Fridays would always be his favorite day, as long as they were with you.


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third time isn’t lucky when it’s meant to be (harvey/mike)

The first time it happened, Harvey saw it coming even before Mike did.

When Harvey arrived at the church he told Ray that they just needed to wait for a bit, that they’d be making a cross state trip within the hour. He didn’t even bother walking into the church, he just stepped out of the car and waited, right there on the sidewalk.

The only surprising thing about the day was how long it took for Mike to come rushing out of the church doors. Harvey thought they’d be on the road by now, but he didn’t begrudge Mike in the least. This was the hardest thing Mike was ever going to have to do, of course he wanted to take all the time he could, while he still had it.

When Mike emerged and saw Harvey standing there waiting for him, there was a flash of surprise before his face melted into rueful acceptance. “How’d you know?” Mike asked.

Harvey just looked at him, incredulous. “I know you,” Harvey replied, and it was enough.

They got in the car and Ray started driving, already knowing the destination. It was going to be a long drive, ninety minutes of the nerves and anticipation ratcheting up to boiling point. Harvey wanted to distract Mike, but every idea he came up with was too lame to say out loud, so in the end he left it up to Mike.

“Talk to me,” Harvey said gently.

Mike huffed out a laugh. “That must be the first time you’ve ever asked me to tell you about my feelings. Normally you run for the hills whenever I get within five feet of the topic.”

Harvey smiled slowly. Even in his darkest moment Mike was giving Harvey shit. It was stupid, but it somehow made Harvey think that maybe things would be okay. “Well, you’ve got-” he checked his watch, “-seventy minutes to spill feelings all over me without me complaining. When are you gonna get an offer like that again?”

Mike smiled weakly at him, but didn’t reply straight away, so Harvey started to worry it was all for naught.

“Rachel’s going to hate me.”

Harvey rolled his eyes. That girl was crazy about Mike and anyone could see it. “No, she won’t.”

“I’m not going to ask you to look after her while I’m gone, because that would be patronizing and she doesn’t need it. But … just, look out for her?”

“Of course.”

Mike spent the next few minutes looking out the window. “I’m scared,” he whispered, and Harvey could feel his heart splitting into a thousand pieces.

Harvey wanted to tell Mike that everything was going to be fine, but he couldn’t lie to him like that. He wanted to tell Mike that he was scared too, that he was terrified that prison was going to change Mike. And for all that Harvey gave Mike crap in the early days of their relationship, as much as he tried to mould and better Mike, the truth was that he didn’t need it. Mike was perfect the way he was, flaws and all, and he didn’t want prison to beat the goodness out of Mike like it had so many others.

But he didn’t say any of that. This was about Mike, not Harvey, so instead he slowly reached over to where Mike’s thumb was continually tapping against his thigh. He covered Mike’s hand with his own, squeezing it, and before he could pull away Mike gripped back, holding onto Harvey like a lifeline.

They stayed that way for the remainder of the drive.

When the car stopped outside of Danbury Mike immediately got out of the car, like a man on a mission. Harvey, confused, hustled to catch up, and he was barely out of the car before Mike was there, throwing his arms around Harvey in a hug. Harvey immediately wrapped his arms around Mike, holding him tight.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” Mike murmured.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“And I need you to know, no matter what happens in there, I don’t regret it. Not a single day. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me, and it was worth everything that’s happened since.”

Harvey felt himself welling up, but he tried to push it back down. He needed to be strong, for Mike. “I’m getting you out of there, Mike. I swear it.”

Mike nodded, said, “Okay,” and then he pulled away, turning and walking into the prison without looking back.


The second time it happened, Harvey was completely blindsided.

The wedding, though small, had been planned for months. The caterer had been booked, dresses and suits carefully chosen, an uncle of Rachel’s had been enlisted to perform the ceremony, Harvey had combed through his record collection to find the best music to be played at the party…

Mike never said a word.

Harvey had taken Mike to Vegas for a five day bachelor party two weeks prior to the big day. It was just the two of them, and they’d spent their days exploring, going to the Grand Canyon and the Neon Museum and Red Rock Canyon. Harvey even managed to get Mike onto a golf course, which of course he sucked at, much to Harvey’s delight. And then they spent their nights on the town: eating fabulous food, drinking, gambling with obscene amounts of money and winning more often than not because of Mike’s genius brain. There might have even been a tipsy skinny dipping session late one evening in the hotel pool. They had an amazing vacation, and throughout all that, the days and nights they spent together, the copious conversations that they had, Mike never once mentioned that he was having second thoughts.

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The End of Time

Daryl Dixon Imagine

You enjoy being in Daryl’s arms when he suddenly decides to open up to you.

Word count: 1248

approximated reading time: 6 minutes

I was woken by the soft sunlight shining through our white curtains. A rare view these days as fall had been dark and rainy most of the time. A quick glance at the small clock next to the bed told me that it was still too early to get up. Turning around I snuggled up to Daryl who wrapped his arms tightly around me, dozely breathing a kiss on my hair.
“Ya early.” His voice was drowsy and with a deep yawn he pulled me closer to his bare chest. His warmth made me shiver with comfort.
“I didn’t mean to wake you”, I whispered back closing my eyes as I listened to his heartbeat. It was slow and regular, calming.
“mmhmm”, he muttered and only seconds later his breathing became calm again as he drifted off into his dreams. I sometimes wondered how often I was part of them. It was in moments like this that I remembered how lucky I was to be alive. How lucky we all were to be part of this new world. A world noone had ever believed in - a world that so many people tried to destroy. We had fought them and we had won. With a smile spread across my face I drifted off into a light sleep again.

I didn’t know how much time had passed when I opened my eyes again. I watched the dust dancing in the sun for a while, not sure if I was ready to face the world just yet. Listening to Daryl’s consistent breathing, watching his sleeping face I decided that I was nowhere near ready to leave the warmth and comfort of our bed. If only we could stay like this forever.
“Good mornin’.” Daryl’s husky voice cut through the silence, his eyes were still closed.

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